Prompt: Late night adventure in a small town
You were right here all along
A sharp prod in her side immediately wakes her from a light, but nevertheless fairly nice, sleep, "What the-"
Suddenly, a hand is clasped over her mouth, however, as soon as she sees the face of the culprit all panic drains out of her.
"Quiet, Q," Santana whispers, removing her hand.
Quinn is visibly confused, a combination of trying to figure out Santana's actions and still feeling half-asleep. In fact, she's 90% sure this is all just a dream. She lowers her voice, aware of the sleeping blonde just a few meters across the room, "What are you doing?"
"I can't sleep, let's get out of here."
"Well I was having no problem sleeping at all until you came along," Quinn sighs, rolling back over on her side in an attempt to ignore her friend.
"Come on, Q. Please? I'm just going to take a drive around the place, it'll more fun with you there. Besides, sleeping is for losers."
"I'm tired, Santana. We can do that tomorrow."
Santana pouts, "Everything looks different at night but fine, if you don't want to come I'll just go alone."
Santana's words have their desired effect and Quinn rolls back over, their eyes connecting as Quinn sighs softly, "It's 3am, you know full well I won't let you go alone."
The blonde is clambering out of bed, as quietly as she possibly can, while Santana smirks joyfully, "See? I knew you were my best friend for a reason."
They creep across the room, tiptoeing all the way through the unfamiliar house until they reach the front door.
Quinn hisses as she slips on her shoes, "If Brittany sees that we're gone, she'll freak. We don't even know where we're going in this town."
"Firstly, Britt sleeps so deep it's like she's in a coma. Once she's asleep that's it until morning and you know it. Secondly, B insisted we come with her this weekend, and just because her aunt lives in Sleepsville I am damned if I am not going to try to have some fun."
"I don't know why I go along with your ridiculous plans."
"Because you love me," she smirks. Swiftly, Santana opens the door before Quinn can argue any more. Grabbing her car keys, she says, "Also, I drove us up here for this weekend of fun and I can do whatever I want with my car."
Quinn relents, after all she's followed Santana out this far so it's safe to assume she's going along with whatever her friend has planned anyway. Besides, she has to admit the girl has a point. When Brittany asked the two of them if they wanted to go with her to her aunt's house for a fun girly weekend, she hadn't exactly envisioned being in such a small town.
The wind rushes in through the open windows as Santana drives along the road, and Quinn wonders if she actually knows where she is going. Probably not. Truth be told, it doesn't really matter. Even if Santana did wake her up, she has no problems with the situation at all. There are a lot worse places that she could be right now, and being with Santana is a definite plus.
Quinn doesn't say much as they drive, simply drinking in everything around them. There's no need to incessantly talk and they both know it, silence occasionally filling the space between them in a comfortable way.
"This place is sort of pretty," Quinn ponders out loud, not really looking for any sort of response.
She sees Santana nod out of the corner of her eye, "Yeah, it is."
They drive around the deserted streets for about half an hour, before Santana suddenly starts to drive out of town. Quinn can tell this is different to the random driving they've been doing, which ultimately seems to have had no particular purpose. This is different. This definitely has purpose, although Quinn has no idea what that purpose may be.
As if reading her mind, Santana glances over and answers the question that is silently playing in Quinn's mind, "I figure this place has to have a decent view right? After all, we're surrounded by hills and shit."
Quinn just nods and gives a small smile, permission enough, returning her gaze to the window as she watches the trees whizz past them. Eventually Santana seems satisfied and stops the car on one of the many nearby slopes. It's a place that Quinn can imagine teenagers coming to all the time to make out, but surprisingly there's nobody around. Maybe that's because it's almost 4am now, but whatever the reason Quinn doesn't mind.
Exiting the car and looking down at the streets below, Quinn can't help but think that the place has such a tranquil quality to it.
A sound behind her brings her out of her daydream and she turns around to see Santana sat on the hood of her car. As Quinn catches her eye and walks over the join her, she grins, "Better than sleeping any day. Right, Q?"
"It has its merits," Quinn admits with a smile, hopping up so she's sat next to Santana.
For the first time, Quinn is suddenly regretting the fact that she didn't bother bringing a jacket. It's November, and she knows it's not like her to forget something like that. She decides to blame Santana since it was no doubt her lack of sleep that caused her lapse in judgement. Goosebumps begin to form, and she tucks her legs up to her chest, a futile attempt to increase her body temperature.
As if she's reading her mind, Santana suddenly slides closer, putting an arm around her, "You look cold."
The action puzzles Quinn a little. It's not that it's entirely unusual for Santana to be nice (although it's not a side she shows off to anyone who isn't lucky enough to be in her inner circle), but even for Santana this seems uncharacteristically sweet and thoughtful.
Quinn chooses to ignore the soft fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, trying not to analyse their meaning at all. Physical contact between the two of them isn't unusual, after all, they're spent the majority of their teenage years together in the Cheerios, but something about this feels different and Quinn knows it. She doesn't dwell on it, her mind too sleepy to understand it anyway, "Erm… Thanks."
"It's my fault you're cold," Santana says simply, with a shrug of her shoulders. As she speaks her hand starts to rub gently up and down Quinn's arm, an attempt to stop her shivering. However, instead all it seems to do is send entirely different types of shivers ricocheting through her.
She shakes her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips that she can't control, "Well thank you. And thanks for dragging me out of bed too. You were right, this has been really nice."
Santana laughs softly, turning her head to face Quinn properly. Her voice is quiet, practically a whisper, "I'm always right, Q. You should know that by now."
Their eyes connect and Quinn isn't exactly sure what's happening but all she knows is that she's never felt so aware of her body. It's as though every nerve within her has woken from a deep slumber and they're more alive than they've ever been before. It's an unfamiliar feeling, and one that's more than a little confusing because she's almost positive that it's not a feeling she should be getting because of her best friend.
Santana's eyes haven't drifted, still locked to hers, although there's something new hidden in the pools of dark brown that she's now undeniably drowning in. It occurs to her that she's never noticed their complexities before, and she finds herself wishing there was more than just the soft glow of the moonlight surrounding them so that she could appreciate them properly.
Before she can stop herself her gaze has travelled to Santana's lips, the bottom of which is caught between her teeth. Swallowing hard, Quinn forces herself to look away and break the moment between them. As she blinks, she tells herself she must have imagined it all; the energy between them, the look in Santana's eyes, the somersaulting in her stomach. It must all have been a figment of her imagination. That's the only logical explanation.
"Q?"
Quinn doesn't dare look back at the girl by her side, instead nodding silently in response.
This non-verbal response apparently isn't enough for Santana though, "Quinn?"
Preparing herself, somewhat embarrassed because she has no doubt Santana has picked up on whatever energy was pouring out of her only seconds ago, she inhales deeply as she turns her head back to the right.
Suddenly, Santana's hand is on her cheek, and even in the darkness Quinn can see the slightly puzzled look on her face.
Her gaze is piercing, and Quinn knows she can't turn away again, not even if she wanted to.
Santana leans forward slowly, if a little nervously, and her eyes flicker up to meet Quinn's. Her hesitance is obvious, although now their noses are close enough to touch.
Quinn can feel the warmth of Santana's breath against her lips, and she tries desperately to steady her breathing, which is now jagged and altogether uncontrolled, "San…"
"Yeah?"
"What are we doing?" Quinn can hear the trembling in her voice as she breathes her words out, barely loud enough for Santana to hear.
"I don't know," Santana responds, her tongue darting out subconsciously and running along her lips, capturing Quinn's attention immediately, "But I don't think that matters right now."
Suddenly those few millimetres that were separating them have gone and their lips are pressed together. Quinn can't help but allow a sigh to exit her mouth as she responds to Santana's actions, her own hand reaching up and finding its place at the back of her friend's neck. The kiss is slow and soft, rather than fierce and desperate. It's only the next day that Quinn will realise that she's glad it was that way. It's not rushed, or bereft of care at all. Each action is so deliberate that she knows Santana isn't merely acting through pure desire. There's more there than that, passion building as both girls become more sure of each other, and their emotions.
Santana's body is pressed against hers, and any thoughts of needing a jacket left her head long ago. All she can think of is Santana, and how right it feels to be like this with her. She is completely and utterly lost in the moment, lost in her, and it crosses Quinn's mind that if this is what being lost feels like, then she never wants to be found.